05x08 - All's Well That Ends

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Previously on
In Plain Sight...

I spend my time

either protecting
you from the world,

or the world
from you.

You are an incredible woman,
Mary, you know.

You're a great Marshal,

and I'm sure
you're a great mom.

Thanks.
What about Norah's father?

Mark.
And he's a great dad.

But, he's not...
I mean, we're not...

Who says I'm a rogue male?

Everything about you.

Well, I'm Kenny.

Sorry I can't make this
a sleepover.

Only have a sitter till 11:00.

That's cool. I don't really
do the sleepover.

I get that you
don't like messy.

But maybe messy
is what you need.

Oh, my God!

Marshall?

Would you...
Yes!

Thanks. For falling
on top of me instead of her.

How did that go over?

I told her
it was just instinct.

You d*uche.

She gets it.
You're my partner.

I've got to take this.
It's Mary.

Don't apologize.
She needs you. I get it.

Assistant A.D. Campbell,
what a pleasant surprise.

Almanza's shutting down
ABQ WITSEC.

What?
You heard me.

Brandi. She's been
drinking. A lot.

Apparently, she went
on a bender last week.

I'm leaving in the morning. What?

My baby needs me.

Daddy.

I'm going to put your suitcase
right next to mine, Mary.

Thirty years we don't see each
other. Now, we're thick as thieves.

You're under arrest. Again.

You're good.
Let's go.

No!

Get a god damn ambulance.

It's okay, Daddy.

I'm here with you now,
okay?

There you go, baby.
Oh, yeah.

I love it.

Fantastic. Yeah.

Oh, I like. Perfect.

Come on, girls. Time to
get ready. Lily, let's go.

Okay.
Today.

Okay. You have
four go-sees tomorrow.

Two uptown, one mid, and one
downtown with John Simkass.

John Simkass is a creep.

John Simkass is
a successful creep.

So, put in a little effort.
Wear something short, okay?

Okay.
Casey, I'm serious.

Yeah, I know.
I don't think you...

Oh, my God.
Will you just stop it?

Casey... Can I just have five
minutes? I need five minutes.

Half a million identities,
half a million lives,

on something so small.

I haven't yet, but...

Please, can't we do it
after the sh**t?

Now, Anastasia.

Access codes are
pre-programed. Amazing.

Your hacker friends
have done very well.

Here's your money.
Check it.

What is this?

I'm sure he'll be here
any minute.

Mmm-hmm.

Here's a couple of local cemeteries
for you to consider for burial.

Thanks. Thank you.

Again, I'm so sorry
for your loss.

It's so quiet.

That's good.
Quiet is good, right?

Doesn't feel good.

Now I have a few days to
figure out what to do with him?

I mean, I didn't
even know him.

Anyway, let's go.

I need to clear my head
before Jinx gets here.

Oh, right. Jinx. Good. She
can help you plan the funeral.

A funeral? For my
father? He'd rather die.

Hey, stranger.

Hey, Kenny. Hi.

Yeah, I've been
thinking about you.

Yeah. Um...

I left you a couple of...
Yeah, no, I got your messages.

I'm... I'm really sorry.
I meant to...

Oh, no, no, no. No.
It's no big deal.

No, I know, I just, um...
Some family stuff came up.

Do you want to sit down?

Thought you'd never ask.
These heels are k*lling me.

I just don't get it. They're
adults playing with a bean bag

in the boiling sun.

I kind of love that you're
angry about hacky-sack.

Aren't you?
Furious.

Right. What is this, 1992? Right?

Mmm, I gotta go.

Oliver's badminton lesson.
Can't start them too young.

So true.

See you.

Hey, don't be a stranger.

Don't be a douchebag.

Sweet-talker.

One of the saddest things
I ever saw

was a shoebox of photos at a
swap meet, 50 cents for the box.

Someone's entire life
in tattered yellow pictures

that you just know were moved from
attic to basement to attic again,

only to wind up on a
crappy card table in Gallup.

I don't get it, this compulsion
we have to hold on to things.

Ticket stubs,
betting slips...

It's weird, isn't it?
Going through his stuff,

it's like a sad little
treasure hunt.

You're keeping
his racing form?

Yeah. At the track with him,
that's my earliest memory.

Picking busted tickets off
the floor at Monmouth Park.

Your father lived for the
track. He lived at the track.

Might as well have
been his home.

Mary?

Brandi?
Hey.

Hi.

Mom, why are
you not surprised?

Really?

Unbelievable. Two
knocked up unwed mothers,

multiple rehabs, Daddy
issues all over the place...

This family is
so Jerry Springer.

Please, at least tell me
you know who the father is.

I cannot tell you that.

And you went
AWOL from rehab?

I didn't go AWOL.
She did not go AWOL.

I did my days,
and Jill said

that she thought it
was okay for me to come.

Oh. Jill did.

She's my sponsor, Mary.

And also, Mom needs
my help with the party.

Brandi.
What party?

What party?

It's just a small
gathering. Tiny.

Gathering for what? Why
do we have to gather? Ugh.

For perspective, Mary.
For closure.

For your father
and Scott, yes.

We'll just invite
a few friends.

Dad didn't have friends
here. Dad didn't have friends.

Well, I do. Since I got
sober, I've made a lot of them.

Come on, Mary. Come on. Mom...

It will be half-soiree,
half-wake.

We're not having a wake.
That's ridiculous.

And we're not having it
here. That's a promise.

Come here, Bug. Come on. I know,
but it's time. We're going to bed.

Mary, listen.

We're all going to deal
with this in our own way.

Instead of diving
into a bottle,

I'm going to surround
myself with friends.

But don't kid yourself,
kiddo.

We're all addicted to
something, including you.

You are addicted
to this identity.

This little girl abandoned
by her father.

But until you let that go,
you will never let anyone in.

Not really.

Since 1970, the Federal
Witness Protection Program

has relocated
thousands of witnesses,

some criminal, some not,

to neighborhoods
all across the country.

Every one of those individuals
shares a unique attribute

distinguishing them from the
rest of the general population.

And that is,
somebody wants them dead.

So, it was just the two
of you at the funeral home.

Wow. Intimate.

It's her father, Ab.
She's my partner.

Marshall, I need you
to remove the phrase

"She's my partner"
from your arsenal.

I know she's your partner. My arsenal?

I don't want to
be that girl. Okay?

Don't make me that
girl. That insecure...

Yes, she's your partner.

And she is your friend.
Your best friend. But...

Ab, you've got
to understand...

I... When do
we come first?

I mean, Marshall, skipping an
appointment to meet with our minister?

I wasn't skipping it.
Canceling.

Last minute. Because
Mary needs you again.

Look, Mary and I are...

I get it.

You know what?
I don't get it.

I don't. I don't
even think you do.

Not really.
And until you do.

Until... Until you
figure this out,

I think we need to put any
appointments with ministers,

any anything with ministers
on hold.

Abigail...
Marshall, I love you.

This isn't jealousy.

This is important to me.
It's important for you.

Just talk to her.

I have to go to work.
So do you.

Don't forget to fill
his water bowl.

Mary, what are you...

Your father died. You
don't have to be here.

Yeah, know me less.

So, as if my life's not enough
of a walking pain in the a*s

I've been chasing my father
up, down, and into the ground.

Not literally.

Not literally, no.
Not yet.

'Cause apparently,
when someone's life ends,

the list of crap you have to
deal with has only just begun.

I've got three days to
decide what to do with him.

I mean, do I bury him
here or New Jersey?

Do I him get one of those,
you know?

And what do I write on it?

Oh, and guess who's back
and guess who's knocked up.

If you guessed Brandi,
you'd be right. Both times.

Wow. Seriously?

Yep, seriously.

And as if all that's not, like I said...

Enough?

As if all that's
not enough,

I am saddled with the
worst witness imaginable.

The model?
The model.

Why no stir-y thingies?
Ugh!

Models are vapid
and entitled

and always forgiven
for being two hours late.

So, look, you and I, we
need to have a little talk.

"Look at me. I'm a model.

"I'm so skinny,
I can barely stand.

"Look, I wear my ribs
on the outside. "

Honestly, the only sliver
of silver lining I can see

between the dopey little
doe-eyes and the anorexic limbs

is that I'm pretty sure, on most
days, I get to eat her lunch.

Mary, we really need
to have a talk...

Right.
We better get in there.

Help her sign
her M.O.U.

In crayon, I assume.
Marshall, let's go. Chop, chop.

I'm not going
to lie to you, Casey.

The first few weeks
can be tough.

And lonely.

But just keep bearing in
mind the good you're doing.

That can really help.

I don't know how much
good I did.

We're talking about identity
theft on a global scale.

That drive you recovered
contains the personal information

for over 500,000 people.

Pensions.
Savings accounts.

Petrov wasn't about to
donate that money to UNICEF.

What A.U.S.A. Perillo is trying
to say, Casey, is you saved lives.

The Russian mafia
is as brutal as they come.

But you're safe now.

I'm not worried
about my safety.

If it were up to me,
they'd hang Petrov

and every last one of them
in front of The Hague.

Yes, she's heard
of The Hague.

We're not all
vacuous b*mbos.

So, what are
you worried about?

I was discovered at 14 in front
of a Dairy Queen in Dubuque.

A year later, I was
paying off the mortgage,

funding my mom's futile
chemo treatments.

Fending off my step-dad
with a whip and a chair.

Wow.

That's a lot for anyone,
never mind a 14-year-old.

All I've done since is
whatever people tell me to.

Stand here, wear that,
pout now.

This new identity...

I never even
had an old one.

Outside of looking pretty
and doing what I'm told,

I'm totally untrained.
I'm useless.

You're not useless.

And we're not just about keeping
you safe. We're going to help you.

Okay? Get you set up.

We'll find you a job,
an apartment.

You could maybe
enroll in college.

Yeah. Change your major five
times like the rest of us.

Figure out what you want
to be when you grow up.

How do I do that?

I have no idea.
She has no idea.

Welcome to WITSEC.

No, I totally understand.

Yeah. Thanks, Lauren.
You, too. Bye.

Unreal. Guy's got two
families. Two that we know of,

and who draws the short straw
on putting him in the ground?

Yeah. Listen, we need to
schedule a time to talk.

All right, look, last time
you scheduled a time with me

is 'cause you got
secretly engaged. What now?

Whoa, wait.

Are you guys
pre-wedding pregnant?

Please. Tell me you're
pre-wedding pregnant.

Seriously, my family could
really use the cover.

Hey... My office.

Carve out some time.

Mary, I only need
Marshall. Thanks.

Marshall has seniority. He'll
be the first to transfer.

What are you talking about, "First
to transfer"? Transfer where?

Denver. They're shutting
down Albuquerque WITSEC, Mary.

We're done.

All right.
Let's get you a job.

I know the owner of this
restaurant. It's good people.

Come on.

I've got to say.
I'm kind of glad

this "no sleepover" thing
isn't a strict policy.

Yeah.

Well, Norah had an
overnight with Mark's mom,

and I didn't want
one with mine.

Plus, I'm going to
be with her all day

for this dumb-a*s
fake wake.

Fake wake. What,
did somebody fake die?

No. Someone actually did. My father.

Whoa.
That's what came up?

Hmm? Well, you said you
didn't return my calls

because some
family stuff came up.

The family stuff that came
up is that your father died?

Yep. And so,
I've got family in town.

That's fun.

Also, I might be out of
a job in about 10 seconds.

Hasn't been
the best week.

Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.

All right. I'm going to let
you get away with that...

with that "I'm fine"
for now.

You're going to let me?
Yeah.

For now?
For now.

Huh.

Also going to
volunteer my services

as your date
to the fake wake.

Yeah. No.

Come on.
It will be fun.

I've never been
to a fake wake.

Well, it's... You're really
sweet to offer, but...

I mean, you coming
to this whatever it is...

It's too much.
Way too soon.

It's skipping steps.

Skipping steps. Okay.

Okay.
Anyway, I've got to...

Yeah, go. Go.
Okay.

Hey.
Mmm.

I'm really sorry
about your dad.

See you.

Thanks.

So, you going to
be okay with this?

Yeah. I'm not above
waiting tables.

It lacks the glamour of runway
work, but at least it's real.

Plus, I'm only in it for the
long hours and crappy pay, so...

It's just, going from my
old life in the city to this,

it's all a little
whiplash-y, you know?

I know.
But that's normal.

It's just hard.
I don't know anybody here.

It's been eight years
and I still miss my mom.

Is hugging
against the rules?

Hugging. Uh, well, it
is, actually. Kind of.

Whoa. Whoa.

Oh. Okay. Okay.

Mmm.

How you holding up?

Good. I'm just here
for the free food, so...

Well, whatever you thought of
him, losing a parent, that's big.

You know what's big? Being
a parent and sticking around.

Which a lot of guys don't,
and you did. So, thanks.

Well, I'm not
going anywhere.

I'm serious. I'm moving
in. That's cool, right?

And Jinx is back.

I've got kind of
a mother-daughter thing.

Stupid.

Smart Water.
Just checking.

Mmm-hmm.
Hey.

You know, when I was
thinking about adoption,

I was working with
this really good agency.

Hmm.

I thought I should get
you that number. Okay?

Oh, um... Okay.

Good.

Hey.

Where's Gidget?

Abigail's coming later.
Or not.

I'm... I'm not sure.
How's this?

The fake wake?

The fake wake's ridiculous.
My father didn't have friends.

This is basically a reunion
of Jinx's A.A. pals.

I've heard six different
sobriety stories.

I bumped
into a guy earlier.

He tried to make amends
on the spot.

Swear to God, these are the least
anonymous alcoholics I've ever met.

How's the food?
Strong. Food's strong.

Why do you think
I'm not locked in my room?

Excuse me, everyone.

Everyone?

Here we go.
Easy.

I just wanted to thank
all of you for coming.

What did you mean before,
not sure about Abigail?

She just might not come.

She's kind of something.

Mad, I guess.

Abigail's got
a mad switch?

Thought she was always
set to "perky. "

And it seemed appropriate to honor
those who are no longer with us.

And in that spirit, I've
prepared a short song.

Dear God.
Just breathe.

I swear to God.

Mark installed those stupid solar
panels. Now, I have a blackout.

Seriously, where the hell
is the flashlight?

I'm actually glad
the lights went out.

You're glad.
She was going to sing.

I meant because
we need to talk.

Enough with the "need
to talk" crap. Okay?

Our office is being folded into
Denver. I know. Delia told me.

This isn't about
our office, Mary.

I guess
I should tell you now,

no clue where
the fuse box is.

What I said before,
about Abigail being mad...

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

What? What?
Here.

What am I looking at?

My childhood.
Flashing before my eyes.

Jesus.

What would you say?
A hundred grand?

According to this payout
receipt, a hundred and sixty-two.

There's a note.

Great.

Now, I've got to turn this over
to Treasury. Add that to the list.

Hold on.
A payout receipt,

a photo of him at the track
with the racing form...

Your father's obviously
gone to some effort

to prove
this money's legitimate.

What's your point?

Maybe the reason
he came back was,

yes, to reconcile with you, but also
to leave you this as a final gesture.

Please. The guy abandoned
our family for 30-plus years.

He thinks he can make up for it
with a little retroactive charity?

No, thanks. You know, technically,
the money belongs to Norah.

Technically, the money
doesn't belong to anyone.

Hey.

Hey.
Hey.

You better get out here. Mom
is threatening to sing again.

McQueen.

Casey?

Okay. Calm down.

Bothering you how?

All right. One sec.

Grab your coat.
Altercation at Scalo's.

It's her first day.
She's off to a flying start.

Hey. Call A.P.D.
Give Chaffee a head's up.

Okay.

Casey, just sit tight.
I'm going to stay with you.

Mary's on her way.

Hey. Thanks for
getting here so quickly.

Inspector. She's inside.
I've got a guy on the door.

Thanks, Abigail.

Hey.
Hey.

I got this, thanks.
Okay.

Casey? You can come on
out. It's me. It's Mary.

Come on. It's safe.

What the hell? Oh, my God. Come here.

God damn it. Let's get you out of here.

Are you okay?
Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Fair warning, d*ck-head.

Next time you see me, you
get your a*s kicked by a girl.

Who the hell are you? You
can't threaten me like that.

Oh, jeez. You know what?

I think I left my "give-a-crap"
in my other jacket.

That's a tough break.

No. I don't even
know him.

We just went out back for
a smoke, and he hit on me.

I said no, and you can fill
in the blanks after that.

Okay, Inspector. I'm
assuming you and your friend

would rather take care of
this in my office later?

Yeah. Thanks, Abigail.
I'll call you.

Good, then.
Keep the ice on, Casey.

Let's go.

What are you doing
hanging in an alley

with some drunk as*h*le
you don't know?

It isn't my fault. We're not
allowed to smoke in front.

No, it isn't your fault you
got attacked. Of course not.

Look, this is about you putting
yourself in that position.

Getting away from "fat-drunk-and-stupid"
over there was a fluke.

You're lucky
you got back inside.

All right,
it was stupid.

Yeah, but you're not.

Casey, wake up. Idiot guys in alleyways
are always going to hit on you.

All right. I'll be
more careful. I hope so.

Because the guys
you're testifying against

are not exactly known
for forgive-and-forget.

You don't have to worry about
the case. I'll do what I'm told.

That's what I'm good at.

What?

Hey. I don't care about
the case. I care about you.

I care about
keeping you safe.

I'm fine, all right?
Can we just go?

I'm fine.

By-the-book way, or...

That one?
Yeah.

Hey.
Hey.

How is she?

She's on her couch with
a bag of peas on her face.

You know, she's actually
a good kid. Smart. Tough.

She kept saying she's fine, but she's
clearly more at sea than we thought.

I mean, I was doing
my Bad Cop thing.

You have
a Good Cop thing?

No, I don't.
Anyway, I don't know.

I just don't know
if I got through to her.

Maybe put in a call
to Dr. Finkel.

It's done.
They're talking tomorrow.

Mmm. Good work.

Hey.

I had my guy at Treasury run a
random sample of the serial numbers.

Marshall... None of
the bills in that case

was ever reported stolen.

Outside of whatever your
father put down on the horse,

I think the money
in the suitcase is clean.

And he wanted it
that way.

"He wanted it that way"?

Look, you can be a Hardy
Boy or Dr. Freud, pal,

but you've got to pick.

Oh. Speaking of Hardy Boys,

what's up with Nancy Drew and
that massive bug up her a*s?

She was ice-cold at the
scene, calling me Inspector.

What's that about? It's about
that talk that we need to have.

Can we just go out
to the balcony?

The balcony.

Are you going to throw yourself
off or recite Shakespeare?

Because only one of those
is going to get me out there.

Mary. Please. Just...

We have to talk.

What's up?

Okay. Uh...

Ever since...
Not long after we met,

I knew we'd have to have
this... this conversation.

Never imagined it
on the balcony.

Jesus, Marshall.

This is hard. Okay?

We do a lot of talking
without talking, so...

Are you dying or what?

Spit it out already.

You're my partner.

You're my best friend,
and...

I love you.

Oh.

I don't mean...
You know what I mean.

I love this.

What we have, this...
It's indefinable.

And up until now, nothing's ever
come along to jeopardize that.

Marshall, you're
my best friend.

You're my only friend. I
mean, forget friend. You're...

You know.

I know.

I love that.

But that's the problem.

Oh.

Because you're
getting married.

Yeah.
I'm getting married.

I love Abigail. Deeply.

And because I do...

That's why I need you to...
to do something for me.

Anything.

I need you to...
to release me.

I need to be free enough
to have a life with Abigail,

and I need you to be okay
enough for that to happen.

Because...

Because if you call,
I'll come.

Every time.

Well...

I don't know
a lot these days.

All I know is, more than
anything in the whole world

I want you to be happy.

So, I'm going to say
this once and only once...

I want you to marry Abigail.
She makes you happy.

I like her.

And I like you together.

I know.

I hide it well.

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

So...
Okay.

Shall we get on with
the rest of our lives?

You first.

I just got off
with Perillo.

For the love of God,
re-phrase.

Perillo just called.
He's pissed.

Perillo was born pissed.

Guy gets in fights with women
in line at Babies "R" Us.

Let me guess. Casey.

Two hours late
for trial prep.

She's not late,
she's on model time.

Two hours late is
half an hour early.

Mary, I've been trying to
get her all morning.

No answer.

Huh.

I'm on it.

Casey?

Casey, it's Mary.
Open up.

Casey! Casey!

Yeah. I need an ambulance to 50
Lewis Street, possible overdose.